That's it for the daytime liveblog
Thanks for following along everyone. We’re taking a short break, and then restarting at 7.30pm, where we’ll have reviews of Radiohead, Kate Tempest, The xx, Lorde and probably some more ridiculously good-looking A-list blokes.
Following our exclusive news story last week, it’s officially official – Corbyn is incoming.
He will arrive to a festival awash with Corbyn mania:
And ever more Corbyn flags:
Given she’s only eight years old, we’re probably flouting some kind of child labour law by employing Z as a reviewer, but she’s just too damn adorable. Following her scathing takedown of Napalm Death earlier, how will Basil Brush fair after his appearance in the Kidzfield?
My favourite bit was Basil’s Elvis impression with his black wig and glasses. The foam pie throwing was good too. He doesn’t look like he does on the TV but he’s still a funny, cheeky fox who goes “Boom boom!” a lot – and my dad did too!
Our reporter James Coke is rolling around the site in an all-terrain wheelchair trike, and meeting other people who aren’t letting disability get in the way of an amazing weekend. Next up is disabled access steward Tony Lawson.
I first came to Glastonbury in 1989. In 1993, a motorbike smash left me with mobility issues. I carried on coming and in 2005 I joined the disabled access crew. I carried on working for them and will carry on working for them as long as they’ll have me. Best job in the world.
The Spring Ground disabled camping field is like its own little festival within a festival. It’s a lot of the same staff and the same customers every year. The customers in here tend to have their own festival, their own group of friends, and it comes together like one big family within this field.
Leonard Cohen in 2008 was my best ever Glastonbury moment. Absolutely stunning two-hour set.
Follow our Mykki Blanco interview – live!
Kate Hutchinson is interviewing the fabulous Mykki Blanco live now – ask questions on our Facebook page and follow along!
Kris Kristofferson review
Johnny Depp’s magical mystery tour of Glastonbury continues. After turning up at the Cineramageddon stage yesterday, where he casually issued an assassination threat against the current sitting US president, he rocked up on the Pyramid this afternoon playing acoustic guitar for Kris Kristofferson. At this rate he should be performing interpretive dance in the Theatre and Circus field by, oh, 6.30?
In truth, Depp’s interjection into Kristofferson’s set couldn’t have come at a better moment, just when the veteran country star seemed to be losing an audience largely unfamiliar with his brand of lovelorn country. It’s a strange decision by Glasto to schedule him between the millennial-courting likes of First Aid Kit and Royal Blood. Kristofferson, who turned 81 yesterday, remains an impressively grizzled presence on stage and delivers some funny asides about his advancing years (“Hello Glastonbury. I wish I knew where I was”), yet the likes of Me and Bobby McGee fall flat amongst a youthful crowd. But then came Depp to wake everyone up. Always useful to have an A-lister on hand, eh?
Remarkably, he wasn’t the only famous actor performing on the Pyramid this afternoon. Right before Kristofferson played, Bradley Cooper filmed a scene for his forthcoming remake of A Star Is Born. Then, just as Kristoffersson’s set concluded, a brief glimpse of Brad Pitt backstage flashed up on screen. A Pitt/Depp/Cooper/Beckham collab is now surely on the cards.
At 5.30pm we’ll be having a Facebook Live chat with the incredible queer rapper Mykki Blanco, backstage at Glastonbury’s premier gay nightspot, NYC Downlow. Read up on him then follow along on the Guardian Facebook page.
Johnny Depp and Bradley Cooper on the Pyramid stage
Johnny Depp is back! He’s on stage with Kris Kristofferson right now. Must have heard Beckham was in town.
Bradley Cooper too! He was filming scenes for his remake of A Star is Born.
And Brad Pitt watching from the side of the stage too, apparently. Man-babes everywhere!
Dua Lipa is FREAKING OUT you guys:
She brought her contemporary pop and admirably toned abdominals to the John Peel stage earlier today, ahead of the likes of the Lemon Twigs, Declan McKenna and Clean Bandit.
People of Glastonbury
Continuing our People of Glastonbury portrait series, here’s Ben Hassan.
What do you love about Glastonbury?
Well, don’t know where to start with that. The addiction, the deep addiction from the first time coming here. The all-night partying, the atmosphere – the people are so friendly. The music, obviously, is a huge part of it.
I’ve been addicted since my first one – 2003, I think? The first year, I came with my brother. I was terrified about it. It seemed a bit of an overwhelming place to get in the thick of. And all that sort of dissolved when I was on site. The bands were fantastic. I just fell in love with it straightaway.
Are you strong and stable?
If that’s any relation to Theresa May, then no.
Grohl or grime?
Grohl. Grohl all the way. Sausage grohl.
This year’s festival has its very own Glastronaut. Mike Massimino is a former Nasa spaceman who was involved in the crucial final repair mission of the Hubble telescope in 2009. Appearing in the suitably lofty perch of the Crow’s Nest stage, Massimino regaled a packed crowd with entertaining tales of his storied career, which very nearly didn’t get off the ground: he failed the Nasa application three times and was told that his poor eyesight would disqualify him from ever becoming an astronaut. Massimino eventually proved the naysayers wrong and entered outer space. When he got there he was so overwhelmed by the sight of Earth he had to look away. “I thought ‘this is too beautiful for human eyes. People are not supposed to see this’”.
As for the cuisine, it’s surprisingly better than you might expect – although taking biscuits into space is a definite no-no: during periods of weightlessness, crumbs can clog up vital machinery or just get in your eye. Given that this is Glasto, Massimino was of course asked what music he listens to while in space. His personal choice is Radiohead, which matches the mood of interstellar travel, but he’s also partial to a bit of Sting as well.
Maximum allowable points for this pro-level celeb spotting.
Ata Kak review
The latest artist to experience the William Onyeabor effect of reissue culture – largely resurfacing musical pioneers from beyond the west – and surfing the latest wave of African music that bangs is Ghanaian singer/rapper/smiliest human alive Yaw Atta-Owusu. His album Obaa Sima was rereleased in 2015 by the feted Awesome Tapes from Africa label, 20 years after a small cassette run, and its pumping and retro-futuristic blend of reggae, highlife, Luther Vandross-ish American soul, Run DMC-era hip-hop, electro-funk and house draws smiles as wide as the West Holts stage. With his young band Ata Kak, his music feels like spiritual cleansing as the sizeable crowd, in kaftans and grandpa caps, dances off its collective hangover and sings along to his scatting. Hi-hats titter and take his tunes into more contemporary clubby realms; at times, despite the overcast afternoon, it feels almost Balearic. Surely the vibiest set of the festival so far.
David Beckham at Glastonbury!
If you’ve just stopped swooning at Johnny Depp, get ready to fall down anew, as the man with the most handsomely crinkled eyes on the planet, David Beckham, is knocking around.
Why the spade? He’s just officially opened some new social housing in Pilton village as part of a project started by Michael Eavis in 1996 using land donated by the festival; Becks planted a tree to mark the occasion, alongside Eavis himself. He probably got some free festival passes off him too, so keep your eyes peeled for that gorgeous mug.
People of Glastonbury
All weekend we’re going to be running a photo series called People of Glastonbury, showing off the bizarre and beautiful folk who are drawn to the festival’s much-touted mystic energy. First up is Hannah Small:
Where are you?
This is the cabaret, but circus, cabaret … it’s all the same thing. I’m the gramophone – the human representation of the gramophone. We’re doing an Abba singalong at 4 o’clock. I’ve lost my voice slightly so everybody else has to sing, which is fine. And tomorrow we’re doing an 80s disco. And we’re having some ruthless poetry. And I’m going to sing, if my voice is better.
OK. Is that one of the things you love about Glastonbury, bringing joy to people through the power of your voice?
Are you strong and stable?
Both! Though I’m worried my tits are out.
Grime or Grohl?
Probably grime ... what’s a Grohl?
Get ready for some serious moves, John Peel tent.
Meet Glastonbury's hardest-working musician
Performing 12 times across three days, Leeds artist Mik Artistik, 62, is the hardest working man at Glastonbury. Not that he likes that reputation. “I’d rather be a conundrum,” he says. 2017 marks the 10th year of Mik Artistik at Glastonbury – so I grabbed him for a quick chat about work ethic and what feeds his voracious appetite for performing.
How would you describe your act? It’s a bit of a mess, it’s all over the shop – there’s a bit of music hall, a bit of burlesque, a bit of poetry, a bit of pain, a bit of funk, a bit of punk. A bit of poignant stuff, hymns. And some audience interaction.
Why play so many times? I like playing, really. You’ve got a captive audience here and when I’m normally playing places like Leeds it’s a bit quieter, sometimes 40 or 50 people. We’ve been doing it for 10 or 12 years so I’m drunk on it. Every time we play I’m riffing, I’m taking off somewhere, so I’ve got no idea what the audience is going to be like.
What have the shows been like so far? We just played some weird hospitality area and there were a load of people having breakfast and stuff so I started hassling them about being hospitable and some guy came up to me and gave me £20. He gave me a drink as well. We have a rollercoaster. We have all sorts of followers: little children, philosophers, Turner Prize-winning followers, pensioners, divorcees, 14-year-old kids.
What fuels you? You’ve to make sure you get a lot of meal vouchers and try and blag as many meals as you can. I love eating, I eat well when I come here. I have a full English veggie breakfast, cake, and cake with dinner. Because I’m gigging around I don’t get too podgy. And I do worry about getting podgy.
What tips do you have for fellow performers in terms of perseverance? I just eat well – my dad was a pioneer who didn’t drink alcohol, he was an Irish labourer who played six instruments. Built like an animal. My mum had seven kids so I don’t see the problem with [performing lots]. You get cake here. People offer you bits and bobs and you get a chance to play and people buy your CDs.
West Holts apparently had the biggest opening audience for their stage ever today, as the Hot 8 Brass Band crowdpleased the daylights out of them:
Halsey has clearly never been to Glastonbury before.
She’s on the Other stage at 5.40pm. Here’s a brilliant interview with her from today’s Guardian, discussing her fears, the weirdness of fame, and why she can’t stand Iggy Azalea:
Indie might be a heritage industry these days, but Stockport band Blossoms draw on the best bits of the genre’s tradition for their swaggering but sweetly melodic brand of guitar music - including a decent sense of humour. During one particularly entertaining interval, frontman Tom Odgen asks a recent dumpee in the crowd for the name of their ex, then changes the lyrics of weepie ballad My Favourite Room in tribute to the unhappy couple – before segueing into a genuinely comic medley of You’re Gorgeous, Oasis’s Half the World Away and Last Christmas. It’s not just their banter that’s strong – they freshen swooning choruses and rowdy riffage with blasts of synthy disco, with the chiming, Stone Rose-esque Blown Rose a particular highlight. The band end on their earwormy anthem Charlemagne, a deserved radio hit last year, that proves there is joy– if not a huge of amount of excitement – yet to be found in blokes with guitars.
For grime fans, the Sonic tent is where it’s at. All Friday long it hosts the cream of British MCs, and is already off to a ravey start. On a “mad ting” is Big Tobz, flanked by two DJs, kicking off with Stormzy’s Big for Your Boots, mixed into Migos’s T-Shirt, and then playing his own new song Slay. “We’re gonna shut this shit down today, Glastonbury!” By the time his set ends, the festival has its first moshpit, and Tobz is in the middle of it.
Grime has been infiltrating Glasto more regularly in recent years, but this year its pioneers and heavyweights have assembled: Wiley, Dizzee Rascal, Stormzy, Skepta and JME’s Boy Better Know all appear this year.
Sonic’s focus though is on the new-gen stars, the UK’s brightest talents from grime, rap, Afrobeats and beyond; young artists who cherrypick from genres across the African diaspora and British underground club history, from Drake’s newest hope Dave to Croydon rapper Nadia Rose.
“This is music that’s from our generation, for us,” says Elliot, 24, from Harrow. “It’s good to see Glasto finally reflecting that.”
Jessica, 22, from Huddersfield, says: “We came last year when all the grime music was on – Stormzy and Bugzy Malone – and this was where the vibes are. It’s a different atmosphere than the rest of Glastonbury; it feels like it’s a club. I’m coming back for Nadia Rose – she’s going to slay it.”
Our reporter James Coke, who has MS and is romping round Glastonbury in a special wheelchair trike, is meeting other disabled festivalgoers and hearing their experiences. First up is Dawn Fletcher-Park:
I was diagnosed with MS in about 1990, but carried on going to festivals and camped out in the main field with the punters for a good 10 years after that. It got to the stage where I was tripping over the tent pegs, couldn’t sleep and the heat was just defeating me; I thought I couldn’t go on doing festivals any more.
One of my friends suggested that I camp in the disabled-access camping, and I said: ‘Ooh, I’m not going to do that, I’m not disabled enough’. Then there was one year when I couldn’t leave my tent and I decided to give it a shot. It was like going to Club Med. It was great because they had accessible showers, accessible toilets, and the staff and volunteers were absolutely fantastic. After that I started volunteering for the festival.
The disabled camping area is like it’s own little community, it has its own little Facebook group. We have campfires in the evening where everyone just hangs out. It’s amazing, it really is. There’s a community spirit, and everyone is so happy and wants to help everybody else. It is probably the only field that gets left completely clean at the end of the festival. If every other field were to be like this it would be amazing.
Johnny Depp may have departed, but you can still check out the Cinerarmageddon area where he appeared – it features a host of bizarre customised cars to watch films from. Our tip is: don’t go see Stalker if you’re in a wonky mood.
Gwilym Mumford spoke to Julien Temple about how he came up with the concept:
Applause for this pun.
Charli XCX reviewed
In light of her recent paean to late night action – the Lil Yachty duet After the Afterparty – midday feels like an unnaturally early start for Charli XCX. She certainly doesn’t seem to be in pre-watershed mode, bounding on stage while demanding to know “What the fuck is up right now!” Clumsily high-kicking and air-punching like a drunk Sporty Spice, she opens with a taste of her brilliantly eccentric new mixtape Number 1 Angel, fusing trap and syrupy europop on Dreamer and nicking Neneh Cherry’s synth sound for Babygirl.
She’s a relentlessly entertaining performer, pulling out all the stops, spectacle-wise – for her rendition of Icona Pop’s I Love It (which XCX co-wrote) she is flanked by four silver air-dancers, who gyrate beside her, before firing off a cannon full of pink paper for her snotty anti-school song Break the Rules – as well as restlessly remixing old smashes such as Boom Clap and her Iggy Azalea collaboration Fancy. But this is also a showcase of Charli’s formidable songwriting talent: big chant-a-long choruses carry the more experimental genre-hopping sound she is increasingly veering towards, often with the help of producers from PC Music. In fact, nowadays she seems to be the most comprehensive incarnation of the collective’s harsh-but-sickly nu-pop vision – and with performances as winning as this, there’s no reason why she shouldn’t be able to drag the masses with her into pop’s bright new future.
After weeks of spontaneously emerging from boozy Brits nationwide, the “Oh, Jeremy Cor-byn” chant to the tune of Seven Nation Army has been the official song of Glastonbury so far:
Yesterday an attempt was made to make the world’s biggest peace sign, and it was a pretty amazing effort:
Guardian photographer Alicia Canter got the on-the-ground view:
Here’s our news piece on it:
As well as small children, also joining us this year is James Coke, a wheelchair user with multiple sclerosis (and also a chef when he’s not reporting from Glastonbury). He’ll be meeting other disabled festivalgoers and sharing their experiences.
Hello, my name is James Coke, and I’ve come to the festival this year to check out what it’s like for someone such as myself – I’ve got multiple sclerosis – attending with a disability. I’m on my mountain trike and hope to come out on the other side. It’s going to be an adventure so try and join me as I explore the site and find out what is on offer.
The site is vast – it’s like a small city. Getting around is testing, but everywhere appears accessible and the disabled campground is perfect, populated by many affable, hardcore veterans, who appear to have made this place their second home. I had a good crack yesterday, managing to make it up a steep, bumpy incline to visit the famous stone circle and got to know my bearings. So today I’m ready for day one proper, taking in some bands and exploring more. Come Monday my arms are going to be lead …
There was a sober start to the day earlier, with Peter Hook and Rowetta helping mark a minute’s silence for the victims of the Manchester Arena attack and the Grenfell Tower fire.
'I never go to the toilet': meet the most hardcore Radiohead fans at Glastonbury
While the rest of the site wandered dazed and hungry across the site, at 9am this morning eager fans of Radiohead were already lining up to secure their spaces for the headlining group.
Mariko, 35, and Yuriko, 31, and Hans, 25, were dressed in the Oxford band’s merch and armed with bags full of food.
They have travelled from Tokyo and Columbia respectively to see them perform. They plan to stay here all day. That’s almost 15 hours pressed against a metal fence.
The real question is, however, what happens when they need the toilet?
“No problem,” Yuriko said. “I never go to the toilet.”
“That’s quite some endurance there,” added Hans. “I actually have advice: you get friends with people all around you and they will save your spot so you can go and do it.
Please meet Z, the youngest member of the Glastonbury reviewing team this year! She’ll be offering her take on the bands across the weekend. Here’s her take on Napalm Death:
81-year-old festival founder Michael Eavis played his own secret set last night, delivering a blast of Elvis:
Some more images from our team, documenting Glastonbury’s Thursday evening:
One of the more unexpected bookings at Glasto this year is Napalm Death, the Brummie grindcore band whose violent energy doesn’t really dovetail with the hippie vibes wafting through the ether. But set in the Shangri-La area, which this year aims to wake people up to environmental devastation, it made total sense. Gwilym Mumford was on hand:
It’s hard to think of a more apocalyptically apt choice to launch Glasto’s new metal-themed area than Napalm Death. Over 30 years and 16 albums, the grindcore goliaths – and Ed Miliband’s favourite band – have pummelled away at the boundaries of extreme music. Despite inching towards their 50s, Barney Greenway and co haven’t lost their ability to send timid audiences running to the hills.
There are a few early exitees here as the band launch into the onslaught of the title track of their latest album Apex Predator – Easy Meat, but a surprising number of people seem to be sticking around. That’s largely because Napalm Death are a hugely entertaining prospect live, with Greenway’s droll wit breaking up the aural assault. “This is possibly one for the Napalm Death purists,” he deadpans before launching into a burst of violent noise that sounds near-identical to the one that preceded it.
There’s always been a socially conscious element to Napalm Death’s output, and there’s a poignant moment when Greenway references the Grenfell tragedy ahead of the righteously indignant sludge track Dear Slum Landlord. For the most part this is a celebratory affair, and the biggest cheer comes when the band play their signature tune, You Suffer – all two seconds of it.
Here’s Gwilym with a moshpit selfie:
And the award for least exciting secret set goes to:
More excitingly, Harry Styles and the Killers are the names we keep hearing bandied about. In our era of fake news though, we’ll be canvassing Glasto-goers for the most outlandish rumours they’ve heard... more soon!
The guest of honour last night was Johnny Depp, who introduced a screening of The Libertine, a period romp that disappeared into a Mortdecai-sized hole back in 2004. If he was attending a Johnny Depp fancy-dress party, he would have scored highly – the hat was wide brimmed, the jeans were dishevelled, the jewellery was legion. Women who could be heard asking, “Isn’t he a wife-beater?” just moments earlier were soon puddles.
He delivered his thoughts via the medium of silent disco headphones, which we didn’t have any of – a more weird and dissociative experience than any psychedelic we might have procured. Luckily other reporters were listening in:
So what went down last night? Team Guardian is still reeling from a wonderful set by Chilean producer and DJ Matias Aguayo, which blended up tropical post-punk with booming techno. Blast by Esa was a particular facemelter:
The first performance on the Pyramid stage has already been and gone – it was Haçienda Classical, playing orchestral version of smash hit rave tunes. Harriet Gibsone was on hand:
And so it begins. If the enormous crowd for Haçienda Classical is anything to go by, then Glastonbury 2017 is raring to rave. In previous years the opening slot on the Pyramid stage welcomes a smattering of early risers laying down their rugs and staking out their space for the rest of the day. This year, however, the nocturnal grooves, hedonistic stabs of piano and soul-quaking gospel vocals attracts everyone from dehydrated bucket-hat-wearing lads who lurked in the Manchester club in the 90s, energy-filled teens who are drawn to beats like glitter-adorned moths to flame, and families having their porridge oats and orange juice on picnic chairs.
It’s an usual cross-section, but such is the populist appeal of twinning turbocharged club music with a luscious live band setup packed with surging brass, strings, and a hype-man in a waistcoat. It’s the ramped-up take on Ultra Nate’s Free that raises arms in the air and ignites the masses like an overly caffeinated Zumba class. Even the most cynical of minds can’t feel a little giddy at the optimism in the field already.
Welcome to Glastonbury 2017!
Morning all! We’re on site at Glastonbury, where the clouds look benign, the bacon baps are being scoffed, and the glitter beards are being applied. We’ll be liveblogging throughout the weekend, bringing you all the best performances, photos, bizarre individuals, overheard nonsense, and so forth. There will also be beautiful galleries, incisive reviews of the headliners, and news about a certain (non-glitter) bearded special guest. Keep it locked, as they say.